User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120405021336/@comment-3135907-20120405200913

Raivil rubs his bruised head, his speech slurred by the blow. "Er, the Thouth end ith coming along quite well, thir. Ath ver the Wetht, it'th going a liddle badly, thir. Would yer like anuther canteen o' watter, thir?"